And I know he always feels like me
He drives fast, drives hard, drives with me
Daytona demon, Daytona demon
Daytona demon, Daytona demon
And they love to see
My demon when he’s driving me
Like a man made machine, he’s so mean
Daytona demon,…

Age of sixteen I was on the road
Doing things you’ve never seen
And I’ve been used
I’ve been confused
Trying to live the life I lead
You can’t put the blame on me
I’ve been misunderstood
Never could get satisfied
Living how you think I should

Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me how to spend my time
I ain’t got nothing to hide
I’m free to be what I want to be
And nobody owns my mind

I’ve got my sunshine eyes and I’ve got my sunshine smile
I may be lonesome at times
I’m free to be where I want to be
And nobody owns my time

Rollin’ Stone Rollin’ Stone
Rollin’ Stone Rollin’ Stone

Packed my bags and I’m on my way
Don’t know what I’m gonna find
I’ll just take what comes today
Tomorrow leave it all behind
It’s all right now don’t you worry
If you feel that you’ve got to roam
A rolling stone can’t lean on noone
They got to keep movin’ on

Well you got the hands of a man and the face of a little boy blue-ue
And when you stand you’re so grand there’s a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo
You’re so young, you could have been the devil’s son
You’re so young, but like a hang up I’ll be sad when you’re old and you’re gone

You’ve got the kind of a mind of a juvenile Romeo-o
And you’re so blind you could find that your motor ain’t ready to go-o o-o
You’re so young, you’re a hot shot son of a gun
You’re so young, but like a teenage tearaway soon you’ll be torn and you’ll run